I really find life in spiral binds
coiling in and out of the globe
green and blue pure and fair
light is kite and night is mild
the chorister endures the strain of a vocal
while the congregation throws honours and thorns
across the boarder
we are working, they are watching
isn't this a mess? are we not of same?
now she is fair, I am dark? should we be different?
are we to be difficult? are you racist?
I am one and cannot fall cause different is golden
and nature is green, so we are beautiful colours of a flower garden, prick me not dear, for we are one.
©excellency
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